Ghost Inside Their Brain
I got love for my brothers, facts
(The ghost inside the brain)
They don't really know any better
Can't believe I listened to what they said
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah
Put their mind off for the weekend
Now they're telling me to do the same
The ghost inside their brain, yeah
Bitch, yuh
But I never took a psychedelic
Just to figure out why I am trippin'
Through this life that I be living
I be sipping on the ceiling
Just to figure out my feelings
And this pain that I am dealing with another day
Could make me go insane and it's like
Blood dripping on the brush
I think I had enough
Dark colours fill the palette
Canvas be looking rough
The vision be looking rough
Clouds calling on the cuff (Yeah)
Almost finished up the drink (Uh)
Almost coughed up the stuff
Isn't it enough?
The pressure has been filled up to the half
Your choices, your voices don't make it any easier to sleep
I've only got myself to keep
Only me understands the weep in me
My parents only keep the feed in me
As they carry out scrutiny
As they keep score, penalty
As they hold me back, mentally
Placed a demon, anxiety
Vomiting out insecurity
Let them talk condescendingly
Our son is a blessing
So why's he stressing?
He's not built for the music industry
DAMN
They don't really know any better
Can't believe I listened to what they said
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah
Put their mind off for the weekend
Now they're telling me to do the same
The ghost inside their brain, yeah
Let me tell you about it
Some new rap shit
Everyday's the same story
Flee the argue, I keep mourning
Why the hell they decoding?
Why do I feel like I'm falling?
Why do I feel no one's supporting,
My music and my stories?
Is my shit fucking boring?
When will people say they're sorry?
Put my heart out on the line,
Just to kill the time,
Flip the pages and the rhymes
Get a job, get a life
Set your opinion to the side
But I've tried many times
But the rest of the norm
Walk around with hearts torn
No purpose when they were born
This match can't be dimmed, only worn
Woven in the fabrics, it happens (Woven in the fabrics, it happens)
Waving the magic, it'll sharpen (Woah, wooh)
Separated by decisions, I made seven
I need to fill up my tank, went to eleven (Oh, and you're telling me?)
Go to the future and tell momma I made it (I made it)
But all that I got are words wrinkling pages (Woah)
Go to the future and either I'll be in heaven
Or rock on the mic and jump all the stages
OH MY GOD
Ooh, what you talkin' about, baby?
They don't really know any better (No they don't)
Can't believe I listened to what they said (Oh what they said, yeah)
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah (Oh, their ears are dead)
Put their mind off for the weekend (Put their mind off for the weekend)
Now they're telling me to do the same (Do the same, yeah)
The ghost inside their brain, yeah (Yeah, I said the ghost inside their brain)
(The ghost inside the brain)
(The ghost inside the brain)
They don't really know any better
Can't believe I listened to what they said
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah
Put their mind off for the weekend
Now they're telling me to do the same
The ghost inside their brain, yeah
Bitch, yuh
But I never took a psychedelic
Just to figure out why I am trippin'
Through this life that I be living
I be sipping on the ceiling
Just to figure out my feelings
And this pain that I am dealing with another day
Could make me go insane and it's like
Blood dripping on the brush
I think I had enough
Dark colours fill the palette
Canvas be looking rough
The vision be looking rough
Clouds calling on the cuff (Yeah)
Almost finished up the drink (Uh)
Almost coughed up the stuff
Isn't it enough?
The pressure has been filled up to the half
Your choices, your voices don't make it any easier to sleep
I've only got myself to keep
Only me understands the weep in me
My parents only keep the feed in me
As they carry out scrutiny
As they keep score, penalty
As they hold me back, mentally
Placed a demon, anxiety
Vomiting out insecurity
Let them talk condescendingly
Our son is a blessing
So why's he stressing?
He's not built for the music industry
DAMN
They don't really know any better
Can't believe I listened to what they said
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah
Put their mind off for the weekend
Now they're telling me to do the same
The ghost inside their brain, yeah
Let me tell you about it
Some new rap shit
Everyday's the same story
Flee the argue, I keep mourning
Why the hell they decoding?
Why do I feel like I'm falling?
Why do I feel no one's supporting,
My music and my stories?
Is my shit fucking boring?
When will people say they're sorry?
Put my heart out on the line,
Just to kill the time,
Flip the pages and the rhymes
Get a job, get a life
Set your opinion to the side
But I've tried many times
But the rest of the norm
Walk around with hearts torn
No purpose when they were born
This match can't be dimmed, only worn
Woven in the fabrics, it happens (Woven in the fabrics, it happens)
Waving the magic, it'll sharpen (Woah, wooh)
Separated by decisions, I made seven
I need to fill up my tank, went to eleven (Oh, and you're telling me?)
Go to the future and tell momma I made it (I made it)
But all that I got are words wrinkling pages (Woah)
Go to the future and either I'll be in heaven
Or rock on the mic and jump all the stages
OH MY GOD
Ooh, what you talkin' about, baby?
They don't really know any better (No they don't)
Can't believe I listened to what they said (Oh what they said, yeah)
Oh, their ears are dead, yeah (Oh, their ears are dead)
Put their mind off for the weekend (Put their mind off for the weekend)
Now they're telling me to do the same (Do the same, yeah)
The ghost inside their brain, yeah (Yeah, I said the ghost inside their brain)
(The ghost inside the brain)
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